Pure Poverty

[Intro]
(Instrumental)
Ow, ow ooooo
(Girl moaning)
Ow, ow ooooo
(Girl moaning)
Ow, ow ooooo

[Verse 1]
They ask me questions ‘bout, Culture Free, Shaheed and our foundation
Negative what I give [?] ‘gotta give [positive] [?] creation
Some
They wanna’ know more and more about Jerusalem
Run
Come follow me [?] I take you see the set
Why yes
The fall has taken a stand for its perfection
But I’m from planet earth so I don't promote no certain sanction
Bless
This might for all the gods and earths come down, come down
Tell about it, tell about it
Pure poverty
The white [?] some blacks like six feet under
My mother she even weeped yet I was too young to understand her cry
For freedom, justice in the nine
She cry
For freedom, justice in the nine
Blind
Those of them that cannot see what’s happening
Read full books
Run a few truths
Then talk about who you’re blacker than
Death
Why ‘cause you cannot hear my point
(Inaudible background singer)

[Hook]
Don’t, some that like the knowledge of who’s oppressing them
Why
It’s ‘gotta be poverty, that’s our cry
Oh why
It’s ‘gotta be poverty, that’s our cry
(Girl moaning noises in the background)
Ow
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)

[Verse 2]
We get it from holiday ‘gotta be [?] coloring poverty styling
Some of them disagree with the RT lyrically wiling
I recall the times out in the ghetto on the grind
Hotel feed ‘em, telling ‘em watch we got to find our way to shine
(Women’s moaning)
Holiday keeping me depressed and oppression’s on my mind
So the lyric [?] gets is just a product of our lives
Pure poverty pushing me closer to the point of no return and as long as there’s pure poverty there will be rap you gots to learn
I can try a million approaches but there’s one it fits me best
I can’t tell about nothing better than my life being oppressed
Less food, less clothing, less shelter, more debt
Pure poverty try to be stopping me boy I don’t want to be oppressed

[Hook]
Oh why
It’s ‘gotta be poverty, that’s our cry
Oh why
It’s ‘gotta be poverty, that’s our cry
Oh why
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying in the background)
(Women’s choir voice: Had to survive)
Ow
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)
Ow
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)

[Verse 3]
They ask me questions ‘bout gods and earths our lessons and our nation
The maker, the owner, the giver, the taker, the father of civilization
So
They wanna’ try live like guys so [?] and masters
But
They can’t obey the laws of sex
Yes
Pure poverty’s ‘gotta be reasons that I teach this
Knowledge of who we are from God, the devil will be made speechless
Ow
[?] is my [?] devils from oppression
Just some of their top trick, knowledge and laws of devilishment
No man's heaven leaves a black man struggling
If us blacks cannot see this they got more power for us to build
Well, well, well, devils tell pretty lies
Lies put me where my life is
So, it’s pure poverty that’s our cry

[Hook]
Oh why
Pure poverties got to be what’s our cry
Oh why
Pure poverties got to be what’s our cry
Oh why
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)
Ow
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)
Ow
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)

[Verse 4]
This condition of being poor [?] able to purchase clothes and shelter or keep food up on one’s table
Poverty’s ‘gotta be death and blacks subjected that upset, much drugs, much [?] for fucking sitting in front of the bus
Pure poverty’s ‘gotta be different and it’s not the place to be
Even in school they tellin’ me my history starts at slavery
Keep me poor mentally then keep me poor financially
And the way that they keep me it’s ‘gotta be death pure poverty
Some black smoke crack
Poverty, search for ghetto heaven
Some black sell that
To receive that with chain given
The oppressor makes that
Then I place it in my home
Pure poverty what’s our crack
Oh why I wish pure poverty gone

[Hook]
Oh why
Pure poverties got to be what’s our cry
Oh why
Pure poverties got to be what’s our cry
Oh why
Pure poverties got to be what’s our cry
Oh why, oh why, oh why
Ow
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)
Ow
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)
Ow
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)
Ow
(Background man singer “Black baby crying in the delta night”)
(Baby crying noise)
(Background woman singer “Had to survive”)

[Outro to fade]
(Baby crying noise)
Ooooo
(Girl moaning)
Oww
(Instrumental)